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The Train Station chp.4

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The next thing Logan heard was a woman's voice, it was someone calling his name, a yelling sort of whisper.

"Hey! Hey, Logan, wake up!"

He groggily sat up and opened his eyes to find Jean standing over him, looking awfully nervous. "What? What is it?" He grumbled.

Jean paced infront of the window, occasionally glancing back at Logan and biting her nails. "That guy, the one that's after us...Creed. I went to the lobby to get something from the vending machine and I saw him, talking to the clerk person...he's here!"

Logan jumped to his feet so fast he nearly fell over. "Ahright, let's go!" He barked.

Jean reached for the door handle, but Logan stopped her. "What?"

"He'll be out there." He moved to the window, opening it and looking down. "We take the fire escape. We're only on the third floor. It ain't too far down."

Jean stared at Logan for a moment, then rushed to the window and started out onto the small platform. 'Oh my god, I can't believe this...' she thought to herself, then looked back at Logan. "Your shoulder. Can you make it?"

Logan nodded, motioning for her to keep going. "Yeah, I'll be fine." he said gruffly, following her out the window and trying to ignore the sharp stings of pain shooting up his arm. A second later, there was a loud banging on the hotel room door.

"I know yer in there runt! Ya still got that girl with ya too! C'mon out an' make it easier on yourselves!" Creed barked from the other side of the door.

Jean heard the voice and moved even quicker. 'Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.'

Logan squeezed carefully out onto the small platform, leading down the fire escape. He made sure that Jean kept going, knowing full well that Victor Creed wasn't going to let a little thing like a 'lock' stop him. He was still groggy, though he tried to overcome it somewhat, hoping that the numbness in his limbs would last long enough for them to get away. If he was to feel the amount of pain he should've been feeling right then, Logan didn't think he'd be much use to either of them. "Keep goin'!" He barked at Jean as she nervously descended down the latter.

As soon as she was close enough, Jean jumped off the latter to the ground, thankful they were only a few stories up. She chewed on her lower lip and looked up at Logan as he clumsily came down the latter using only his right arm, nearly falling once he was on the ground. Jean tried to steady him, but he insisted they kept going. "Logan, are you sure you're alright?"

He pulled away from her, heading around the corner of the building to a near vacant parking lot. He peered around in the dim light, thankful that they still had a cloak of darkness. Logan began peering into the car windows that were in the lot, moving from one vehicle to the other fairly quickly.

Jean furrowed her brows and stared at him. "What are you doing?" she called in a hushed yell.

Logan ignored her for the moment, pausing at an old Caprice Cadillac. He grinned to himself, reaching into the half-opened window and unlocking the door. "C'mon, let's go."

Jean stared at him like he was nuts and shook her head. "Oh that's just great, add 'car-theft' to our list of crimes huh? We aren't Bonnie and Clyde incase you haven't noticed!" she spun around when she heard a noise from the other side of the building. It was Creed, yelling for them. Her eyes went wide and Jean raced to the passenger seat of the old Caddy and got in as Logan unlocked the door.

He smirked. "Nice o' you ta join me."

"Do you know what you're doing?" Jean asked nervously, slouching down in the seat, afraid to be seen.

Logan just pulled out the important wires they needed, nearly taking apart the whole dashboard in the process, and proceeded to hotwire the car. He sighed inwardly as the engine rumbled and the Caddy started up. He glanced back at Jean. "Yeah, I know what I'm doin'." He said casually as if he'd hotwired dozens of cars. The truth of the matter was, he'd never actually done it, only seen cars being hotwired in movies. It was a good thing the little trick worked. He shifted the car into drive, then pulled out of the parking lot quickly, not bothering to check for other cars, or to see if Victor Creed was hot on their tails.

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The two fugitives had been driving aimlessly for close to an hour now, and it looked as though the sun was starting to come up. Neither of the two had said much since their getaway, and Jean was getting a little antsy.

She glanced over at Logan, noticing how exhausted he looked. She figured his shoulder must hurt like hell now that the drugs had worn off, and the gash over his right eye was bleeding again. She bit down on her lower lip, finding the courage to speak up. "Hey, why don't you let me drive for awhile so you can sleep."

Logan stared out on the road, finally turning to look at his passenger. "You don't know where we're goin'." he stated flatly.

"Do you?" Jean asked with a small smirk.

He let out a long sigh. "Nope." Logan pulled the car over onto the shoulder. "We need a place to rest, we needta keep away from cops, and we don't got any cash."

Jean just shrugged. "We'll figure out something." She opened up her door and got out of the car, ready to switch places and start driving for awhile.

Logan slowly got out of the driver's seat, stumbling around the other side of the car.

Jean watched with concern as he seemed to struggle with walking, and once she made sure he got back in the car okay, she hopped into the driver's seat. She glanced over at Logan after she pulled away from the curb. He didn't seem to notice the blood from his forehead slowly dripping into his eyes, he must've been *that* tired. "We should probably stop soon. Neither of us have eaten and I'm pretty hungry. You need to ice your shoulder again too."

Logan groaned, looking towards her only with his eyes. "You can eat, I'm not hungry."

Jean adjusted the visor so she could see better as the sun came up. "Well, you've probably got no appetite because you're sick." She rolled her eyes at his macho attitude, trying to act like nothing was wrong.

"I'm not sick." he tried to tell her, putting his right arm over his bad shoulder. "I jus' got a bum shoulder, that's all." Logan was too tired to think, and too tired to argue.

"You *are* sick, I can see the sweat on your forehead, you've probably got a fever and you need to rest." Jean turned to look at him, but Logan was already slumped down in the seat with his head against the window, fast asleep. She half smiled, looking back on the road, wondering where the hell she planned on going for a rest stop.

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